Seven Weeks

Hello,

It was seven weeks yesterday since I lost my job. It doesn't feel like that long, but then again, I don't know if that's a long time or not. I've never been unintentionally out of work for this long.

One thing it does feel like is a "tipping point". I feel like by now, I should have some much better answers to peoples' questions about "what I've been up to" and "how things are going". When people ask me questions like that, I feel awkward.

Look, probably a good 40% of me is enjoying this time off. I had a lot of stuff around the house I wanted to do that's now at least started, my parents have needed help, and it's been nice to have the time to plan, cook, and eat a little healthier. I'm grateful for the fact that I can do things like watch Lacey's cat, run errands at times when most other people are working, do yoga, take some "chores" off Tom's plate, stuff like that.

But that leaves about 60% of me that's not so into this. I was never the kind of person who made a strong connection between my job and who I am as a person, but something changed in the past few years. I didn't even notice it, it just snuck on up on me. Now, I don't feel like I'm contributing anything to anyone or anything.

Well, seven weeks is really only 49 days. Broken down like that, it doesn't seem like that long.

This weekend, one of my best friends, Lacey, is getting married to a great fella, Todd. My plan for the immediate future is to throw myself into all of the hoopla and pageantry, and make sure they have as much fun as humanly possible. And that Tom and I have fun, too, of course! When that's over, I'll come up with a new plan. I'm pretty sure I'm on about "Plan Q" now. I'll have to start branching out into other alphabets soon, LOL.

Have a good weekend!